By myself I go
in the middle of the night
this very quiet night
where I feel this very cold wind
going thru the bandage that I just replaced
around my battle scarred body
the wind feel so cold but yet so refreshing
making me wanna run
and
reach out my hands
so the wind can go thru my finger tips
the air creates an illusion of freedom
a feeling that can make everybody addicted
making even the smartest run like fools
creating illusions that distract one
from reality
this dream that I am seeing
is not just gonna be my end
but also my resting place
this breeze makes me move
closer and closer
to a mountain
where I can see all the stars
see all the lamps and houses
that dares to light up this world
I call beautiful
I know that I am a fool
I know that my knowledge is wasted
I know that my anxiety is taking is grip
but is time I let the wind take me
not to the skies
but to the depths of the dirt
that they call my gravestone
because the last feeling warmth
was when I was looking up
finally feeling the ground under me
making me colder and colder
but warm on the heart
I am free
I am a fool
and
I\'ll regret it later
but I\'ll wait until the
Gravedigger
has come to claim his price
with the grim reaper
G̵̨̠͓͔̖̎̀̈̌̉̃̽̀̒͆́́̀̀ơ̶͎̯̦̋̓͒̄͆͊̚̚͝ǫ̷͙̮̫̮̹̭͐͑̇̂͛̈̑̍͑̐̚͠͝d̶͈͍͕̜͕̻̂̀͑̽͛͜͝͝ ̷̢͖͚̊̐̇͊̆̊͆̕͠͝b̸͎͍̳̲̼̫̞̣͖́̈̾͊̓̑̀̓͘͝͝y̵͚̦̰͇̮̯͑̚͜͜ę̴̲̪͇̦͍̤̣͙̹͒̔̍ͅ
I̵͍̫̮͋̒͌̒̌͌̊̆͘\'̸̛̰͔̝̀́̐ĺ̷̡̗̬̠̙͚̝̟͕͚̤͚̜̪͚̎̇̃́͂̈́̕l̷̆͜ ̶̫̞͎̟͙̗̜̅̒̈́̈́́̊͛̒͋͆̏̚a̶̮̙̦͆̀̉̆̾̿̒̀̽̊͝͝l̴̹̖͎̔̊́̓̀̊̑̒́̚w̵̗͕͋̆̂͑̍a̸̢̡͔͕͎͉̩̤͖̺͛̒̋̾ͅy̷̪͒̎̓̄̀̓̆̊́̎̂̕͝͝ş̸͙̀́̇̋ ̵̲̟̟̼͍̠̊͂͠b̷̟͑͒̍̿̔͊̐̌̾̋̎̅̚̚͠ȩ̸̤̘͉̫̱̪̝͍͗̿͋̀̎͊̉͆̈́͑̅̐͑͘͘ ̷̨̫͇̹̐̎͌̚w̴͉̗̻͖͈̦̻̾̈́̇́̿͊̎̂̀̌͘i̴̻͛͐̆̐̋͛̔͊t̶̛̳̟̖̝̠̤̹̩̩̑̄̋̑̐̋͋̔͝h̵̼͉̣̤̪̮͖̗̣̺͇̘̫͚̆͜ ̸̧̻̝̎̑͊̕̚y̵̢͇̭̪̥̫̳̲̙̬̻̤͈͗͑̆̓̋̀̍̕̕͝ͅȍ̷̪̟̞̯͉̬̣̠̹̖̐̚͜ͅû̷̧͇͖̻̮͚̻͍̻̞̖͎̈̈́͑͠ͅ
ę̷̧̯̠̜̱̲͔͚̦̬̜͗̏͐̆̋́̇̀̔̋̔̇̿̕͘͜v̶̱̪͆̚ȩ̶̨̢͍̼̩̤̝͚̞̲̦͖̿͗̈́̿̿͜n̴̘͖̈́̑̾̏͆͛ ̶̲͚̫̤̣̭̠̗̠̂̈́͗͒̅̽̆͋͌͘͠͠ä̵̢̨̰̪͔̝͉̯̱͙̹̫̪́̎̀́͛̇̆̽͑̕͜f̷̡̛̠͎̺̜͚̣͙̣̟̹̜̀ͅt̴͍̣̬͠e̵̢̨̥̹̮̲̤̬̦͓͔̙͒̽͛̑̀͑̍̑̌͋͛̇̚͠͠r̸̭͚̻̳̱̎̐͘ ̸̢̣̬̥́̾̒̒̑́̉̊̆̓͝d̸̙̗̩͎̙̘̥͗̋͑͂͌̂̿͊̀e̵͖̬̍a̶̫̹̫̖͓̯̽͑̏̏̾̂̎͜ͅţ̸̟̰̲̃̓͊̉ḩ̶̢̧̠̬͖̣̼̋̅̑̂͒̍
b̷̛̖̹̞͇̍̓̑é̵̢̡̨̦͓̝͔̙͇̈́̽̋̃c̶̗͙̓̑̒ä̴̧̛̻͕̫̖͉͉̞̫̣̗̦͓́̆̒̎̇̐̈́̀̽̉̓̚͝ͅu̵͖̽̋͂́̈́̓̄̚̚͘͠s̸̢̞͓̜̰̠̗̟̭͖̦̒͆́͋͒̇̾͑̕͝ͅe̶̙̠̩̩͔̒̃̑̽͆̏̌̂͝ ̶̛̭̝̅͋̀̋̂̃͗̅͂̏̚̕͜͜͠I̷̡̹̥͓̩̹̗͙͚̯̺͉̯̲̪̅̋͗̅͘͠ ̵̛̛̲̤̲̗͊͑͒͋̾̑̋́͐͆̄͊̕a̸̠̯̭͗̒̿͌̌m̸̭̱̬̭̥̲̩̓̈́ ̸̨̛̝̱̳̪̥͔͖̜͇͌̀̾̂̂ͅą̴̮̟̮̱͙̹͙̝̓͌̆́̍͊̈́̆̑̎͐́͜͝ ̶̰͓̜͙̭̯̤̺̦̌̔͗̈́̈́͑̀̊́͆̀̂͑͘͝r̴͕͚͖̒͗̉̌e̸̻͍͖͍̠̠͝m̷̧͚̖̪͖͉̞̱̟̱͖͚̘̣̰͗́̄͒͝ņ̷̧̣̩̭͎͍͓͉̜̺̲̉̍́̈́̑̀́͘͘͝͝ͅã̴̢̛̻̠͉͙͚̔ņ̴̘̘͉̜̲͚̺̖̰͍̝͑̈́̐̃̄̃̽͛̓̋̍̕͜͝t̸̛͇̻͌͋͂̓̈̍̎͆̂͒͒̊̓̚
ô̶͔̰̳̯̔̀͆͒̃̎͊͋̐̅f̶͎̻̤̫͍̲̂͒͌̔͘ ̸̪̞̠̭͛̍̒̾͗͐͂͑ä̸̧͍̩̤̰̮̱̪̮̜͔̤̩͈́̽͋̿̀̍̀̾̇̃̾̃̓͂͘ͅ ̶̢̛̗̩͉̫̗̟̫̫͍̲͉̈́́͐̅̌̀̓̕̚͜͠͝o̵̡̡̠̔͌̓̑̍͗͌͋̋̑̕̕͠͝ĺ̵̬̲̳̼͔̱̃͒̍͠͠ͅḍ̸̹͇̫̻̃͋ ̸͙̪̬̣͚̟͔̥̆̆̕m̵͉̖̩̟̲̉̔̎̈́͗̇̾̀̕͜ê̴̱͓͔̗͓͓̫̰͓̦̮̅͛̈́̓͂͐̍̌̿͛̕ͅm̷̧̛̪̯͉͔͈͇͇̤̙̘͙̬̪͂̈́̋͌́͜͝o̴̠͔͚̮̹̤͎͠r̴̦̬̼̄̑͛ỷ̴̫͚͎̥̞̈́̔̐͒́̾̈́̌̋̑͘
Ḯ̶̧̺͚̝͎ ̷̺͇̂͋̄̃͊͌̏̋̕͠a̷̢͈̙̞͍͚̰̥̮̰͚̯̲̎̉͋̓̇̑̎͋̋̓̆̆̓͝m̸̨̢͔͖̙̫̮̳̃̎̌̈́͐̈̈͆̽̾͜ ̵͙̤̮͚̟̜̲̦̗̠̯̗̺̭̠́̌̋̓͒̃͝͝Ď̵̨̹̯̙̜͎͗̐̀͆͌̽̍̔̌̓͠a̶̓͂͋̽͜͜͝n̸̙̪̭͕͗̉͗͌͋͝͝͝i̸̞̠̙̬̓̆́̐̐̎̏̎̉̈̉̚ḙ̷̝̼̦̗̣͕̟̱̭̤͍̒̓̾͗̉͂̓͝ͅl̶̊̒̈̊͂̇̓̀͌́̓̚͘͜͝͝
\'̴̲͚̝̞̼̠͓͈̮͒̓̃̍̀́͜\'̷͕̱̻̬̱͕̻̺̰̲̝̟͇̥͉̓͊̓͛͛͂̚͝͝G̶̼̜̗̫̳̹̣̤͉̯̻̦͑͛̒̍͊ǒ̴͖̰͕̜̺͎̻̟̱ͅd̸̩̜̪̰͙̘̫̯͔̘̣̪̄͊̾̑̌̈́ ̸̨̻̫͔̖̺̅̇͊̀̽͛̀͜ȋ̸̖͕̘̣͎̀̐̌̾ͅs̵͎̙̣͚̭͈͎̻̫̖̯͎̬̯͖̀͝ ̸̨̱̟͎̦̮̳̠͖͇̿̎̆͑̇̂͆̾̍̕͝m̶̢͚̬̱̠̫̲̗̠͂̆͐̊̕ͅy̸̮̳̭̹̻̔̇͊ ̶̨̞̲̤̱̩̩͍̾̑̊̋́̀̚j̴͎̏̍u̵̻̣̙̖̯̭̟̝̰͕̥̭̲̹̿̂d̸̛̖̱̭͎̝̓̈̓̈̋́̚͜g̸̛̞̮͓̬̘̥̼͂͛̀̐͂̃̂̎͆̉͗͐͊̒ẹ̶̡̡̰͉͍̟̝͇̹̠͚̪̺͑̕͜\'̵̢̩͓̞̺̼̏̏̀̄̅͌̑͌̎͂̈́͝͝͠\'̸̻́̐̅͊̏̐͐
b̸͖̪̭̣͋͒͋͜ȩ̸̟͖͉̰̼̻̣̳̲̠̱̱̀͗͘͜c̸̢̛͕͓̭̆̈́̍͗̓͌̐͜ą̵̡̳̣̭͉̲͊͑̽̈́̈́͛̎͗̈́̈̕͘̚ṷ̴̹̖̳̦̠̣̗̼̂́s̸̥̖̤͍̼̞̤̬̬̝̐̀̆͂̀̔͋́͆ͅę̷̡̧̟̰̲̩̞̳̜̻͋̈́͑̽͆̏̃͛̀ ̸̻̬̠͉̌͛t̶͈̻̮͙͖̱̫̪͈̣͇͂̇̎̆͛͊͜ͅḫ̶̪͔̘̻̭̈̒̎͆͜͝a̶̰̰̠͍̬̘͐̐̈́͆͗́̾̐͋̈̀͘͘͝͝t̵̨̢͇̞̻͔̱͚̞̖̫̭̦̅̓͋́̂̀͛ ̴̫͙̘̣͙͋̓͂į̸̧͉̗̗̳͖̺̟̀̀̿̈́ş̴̛̛͕̺͇̩̩͂͐͐̈́̋́̈́͆͌̈́̄͜͜͜ ̵͚̝̤̬̝͉͈̬̬͈̰̩͙̘̖̉͂́̉͌́͌̍͑̑̚̚t̶͈̝̭̟̺̞͙͇̯͔͔͐̄͂̍̀͆͑͜h̵̺̆ȩ̶̛͈̦̯͉̰̱͓̞̰̺̝͆̐̏̃̾̐̇͂̅̿̂̆͝ ̸̧̡̧̠̥͚̦̑̓̓̇̽̾̀̐͐̓̋̌͌͘͝ȑ̷̢̥̳͇͎̣̱̠̗͖̮̤̽͂͆̓͐̌e̴̺̲̮͙̮͔͎̝̝͑à̸̧̗̱̼̼̥͔̯̪͇̩͒́͆̽͊̎̎̀́͐̐͜͝ͅl̶̲̼̪̹͔̩̻̝̟͎̗̙̳͒̈́̂̒ ̶͉̘̈̈́̅͛͌m̵̡̘̰͉̿̈́ȩ̵̲̞̭̩͓́̕ä̷̢̛͖̳̭̼͈͙̩͈͈̺̤̺̲͐͒̌̀̔̑͠͠ṋ̸́̃́̍̎̇͊̉̄̚ì̵̢͔͙̜̐̿̃̽̿͐̋̉̈́͝n̴̨͍̹͕̼͙̥̣̼̈̀́̽̾͐̓̈́̑̈́̏ĝ̶̡̰͇̟͍̟̬̱̗̅̽͗̒̄̀͛̋̌̆̚͠ ̸̨̧̩̦̩̟̟͍̠͈̹͍͛o̷̫͎͝f̸̧͔̤̹͓̻̟̙͖̲̠̌́̒̑̓̒ ̴̨̛̛̪̙͓͓̦̳̋̂̉͋͌͒̽͂̓̓͆͝ï̷͎̤̖̫̼͙̠̮̀̓͒̈̐̌̉̋͑͘͜͝t̸̨̖͈͇͙̱̫́͛̃̋̔̇͂͆͒͊̈̍͜͝